1Sorry I'm a little late in getting this chapter out! I wasn't really home until right now. This chapter will be short, because I am leading to something huge and want the tension to hang for awhile before laying it on the line. With that being said:

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Chapter 10: Nobody

Draco was pacing in his room, trying to think of a worthy plan to seduce the Mudblood. There was no way he could get the ice queen...not to mention that she was pregnant. A month had passed since her ceremony, meaning she was five months along. He would have to seduce her in a months time, because she would not be able to have sex six months along. Or perhaps he should wait until after she had given birth? He honestly had no clue. He never had a problems seducing a girl before.

Why was this one so much more difficult?

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Hermione's stomach was now showing slightly, and she was glowing. She was so proud of herself for carrying Harry's child. It was her only solace. As she often did, she decided to go to the library. She had gone so often that she found a favorite chair. It reminded her so much of the chairs in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room.

Sighing, she plopped down. She used her wand to summon a book, any book, and transfigured it to Hogwarts: a History. Any reminder of a life she loved that she could get she was willing to take. She buried herself in her book, trying to let time pass by. She had, however, read the book so many times that she had it almost memorized. She let her thoughts wander from the pages of the book.

As much as she hated it, she thought that she felt a strange attraction to Malfoy. Perhaps it was merely her hormones as her pregnancy kicked in. But she felt so horribly guilty and dirty. Harry had died trying and failing to make the world a better place, and here she was, forming strange attractions to his former enemy.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

Silent tears began to stream down her face. Her frail body was wracked with suppressed sobs as she closed her book. She curled onto the chair, wishing only to go back in time. Sure, life might have been hectic while she, Harry, and Ron searched for Voldemort. But the point was that she had Harry and Ron then. She had people then who cared about her. The knowledge that somebody loved her had meant everything.

Now nobody loved her. Nobody here would really care if she lived or died. Sure, they thought that she was a powerful witch and a great addition to their "noble" cause. But they didn't really care about her.

Her tears fell harder, no longer silent. In fact, the only person who would ever care for her was the child in her stomach. Without the knowledge that there would soon be somebody who cared for her, she would have taken her own life.

Really, this child was the only thing keeping her alive. She loved it already, no matter what. The unconditional love the baby would provide for her meant more than anything.

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Not to her knowledge, a shadow loomed in the doorway. Draco Malfoy looked in on the sight in the library. Granger, curled on a chair, crying her heart out.

'Is life really that bad for her?' Strangely, he felt sorry for her. He, Draco Malfoy, who never felt anything for anyone, felt sorry for this girl.

Strange as it was, he wished he could help her. But she would never accept his help. She was too suspicious of anything he tried to do. Every little thing he did was punishable by glares and snide comments. Why should he try to help her?

Because she looked truly pathetic.

"Really, Granger, that is disgusting." She looked up at him. Draco was shocked to see how red her eyes were. She did, however, still look like a goddess when compared to Pansy.

"Sod off, Malfoy" She gasped. She buried her head into her arms. As much as she tried to suppress the tears, she couldn't. Once you started crying, you just couldn't stop.

"If you clean yourself up, Granger, I might consider taking you with me to town."

"And why would I want to go anywhere with you? All you do is torment me." She said softly. Draco knew her words were not untrue.

"And if I say I'll refrain from it as much as I can?"

"Then I'll ask why you are being so nice to me."

"Because I hate it when girls cry."